Escaping Reality
The wind blew a chilly breeze across my flesh and a scary being came my way.
I am in an awe with a shivery spine and a puzzled heart trying to put the pieces
together using my knowledge.
I run until I see dark spots appear in the midst of my presence then I scream out for
someone to help me.
I call out until I have no more air in me but all of a sudden I hear a voice saying I got
you now.
You won't survive you will not make it on your own you are nothing a ugly being and
you will never be loved.
You will never have another chance to do right even if you tried and cried.
So don't even try it I pleaded and begged for another chance to do it right I was being
told.
That I wasn't good enough and just die but it wasn't like that there was something in me.
A burst of fire that kicked up just a little bit higher and said no you are worthy you are
precious.
There was something on the inside of me that wouldn't give up that said no I refuse to
leave this earth.
Waking up to a blazing fire, and surrounded by demons I want to be up there with the
creator and the angels.
I want to walk on the clouds and sing to the master and be in his presence.
I want to walk with the angels and be in the mist of the holy ghost.
Who I do love the most I don't want to be afraid or weary I want to see the sunshine
and be cheery.
I have tried to escape reality but I must meet it face to face deal with it and move
forward.
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham | Year Posted 2011
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